"What do you need from me, Christina?" Calvin asked gently, his brow furrowing with concern as he sensed her unease.Christina hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her coat. "This might sound surprising, but I need your help to set a trap," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with urgency. "I believe whoever is behind this will reveal themselves if we follow my plan."Calvin leaned forward, his eyes searching hers. "What plan are you talking about?" he inquired, trying to piece together the fragments of information she had shared.Taking a deep breath, Christina composed herself. "We need to check into a hotel tonight," she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I suspect Alana is behind this, and if she's jealous, she'll expose herself. I have a strategy to draw Alana out. I know someone has been tailing me, observing my every move, including right now. So, please, Calvin, help me with this."Calvin listened intently, a mixture of worry and determination et
Matthew took a deep breath, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. "Calvin, your treatment has been remarkable, but we need to ensure that its effects are permanent and not just temporary."Calvin could sense the hesitation in Matthew's voice, understanding the underlying fear that lay beneath his words. "How much time do you need to prove that my treatment is permanent, Dr. Greene?" he asked gently.Matthew hesitated, his eyes betraying a flicker of unease. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly weighing his options. "At least give me one week," he said finally. "If there are no recurring symptoms within that time, I'll approve the reopening of your clinic. However, if even the slightest symptom reappears, I will have no choice but to revoke your license immediately, even if it has been reinstated."Calvin nodded, his expression resolute. "I understand the power that the Lang family wields, and it's only natural for you to be cautious. But remember, the people need a heale
Calvin's heart pounded as he sifted through the notes scattered across the desk. The more he read, the heavier his heart grew. He found detailed accounts of how, in ancient times, Miranda's ancestors revered the hosts of the pendant, treating them as important and highly respected figures due to the extraordinary powers they possessed. However, the reverence came at a great cost. Many hosts met tragic ends, often unable to handle the immense power the pendant bestowed.One passage in particular caught Calvin’s eye, describing a host who had tried to sever the connection with the pendant. The attempt had led to catastrophic consequences, resulting in the host’s sudden and inexplicable death. Calvin's breath caught in his throat as he read about the host’s agony and ultimate demise. The words on the page blurred as fear and despair clawed at his heart."No... Lizzie," Calvin whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. He could feel his legs weaken, and he sank into a nearby chair, t
After about an hour of tense waiting, with no sign of anyone making a move, both Calvin and Christina began to feel the weight of boredom settling in. The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the occasional creak of the building and the distant hum of the city outside. The room felt both expansive and claustrophobic, every second stretching out interminably.Christina glanced at Calvin, who was pacing the room, his footsteps a rhythmic counterpoint to the ambient noise. She sighed deeply, the sound almost echoing in the stillness. "This is getting us nowhere," she said, her frustration evident. "If Alana was going to make a move, she would have done it by now."Calvin paused mid-stride, running a hand through his hair. "You're right," he conceded, his voice tinged with resignation. "Maybe we need to wait a little longer. But for now, there's no point in just sitting here doing nothing."Christina stood up and walked over to the minibar, her movements purposeful. "How about
Christina whispered, "I understand, but like last time, this is just for fun, no commitments.""You're really drunk, Christina," Calvin responded gently but firmly."You're drunk too," Christina laughed softly in reply."You're right," Calvin admitted. "I should sober up. I'll use the bathroom for a bit. You should rest."Calvin went into the bathroom, removing his shirt and pants. He eased into the warm bath, letting the fragrant bubbles envelop his weary body. Closing his eyes, he leaned back to relax in the comforting water. Suddenly, he heard the door creak open, and his eyes shot open."Christina?" Calvin asked in surprise, eyes widening.Christina stepped into the bath with him, and their lips met in a passionate kiss without warning. Calvin's large hands moved gently over Christina's body under the water, drawing soft moans from her."You're irresistible, so beautiful," Calvin whispered in Christina's ear.Calvin's lips trailed down Christina's neck to her slender shoulder. He
Christina's eyes held a mixture of relief and gratitude as she looked at Calvin. "My plan worked perfectly. Thank you for your cooperation, Calvin," she said sincerely, her voice carrying a weight of appreciation for his pivotal role in uncovering the truth amidst the chaos.Aware that their presence together could provoke further actions from Alana, Christina shifted her focus to the man standing before them, Alana's messenger. "I'll double whatever Alana's paying you to testify to the police," she offered calmly, her demeanor composed yet determined, her gaze steady and unwavering.The man hesitated, his eyes flickering with indecision as he weighed the consequences. After a tense moment, he nodded slowly. "Sure thing. Money talks," he replied nonchalantly, his voice betraying a hint of eagerness for the promised reward.Christina's faint smile reflected a sense of closure settling over her. "It's all over now," she remarked quietly, a mix of exhaustion and relief coloring her tone.
Calvin's heart raced with alarm as he rushed towards Lizzie, the urgency in his voice betraying his fear. "Lizzie! Lizzie, snap out of it!" he pleaded desperately, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between them.Lizzie remained eerily unchanged, her eyes still illuminated by that unsettling greenish glow. Her voice echoed through the room with an otherworldly resonance, sending a chill down Calvin's spine. "As I said last night, unravel the past, find the true truth. That's what you must do. And return the necklace," she intoned, her words carrying an unsettling weight.Calvin's mind raced with confusion and concern, his thoughts a jumble of fear for Lizzie's well-being and disbelief at the strange turn of events. He reached out tentatively, gently grasping her shoulders. "Lizzie, please..." he started, his voice trembling with emotion.For a moment, it seemed as though Lizzie was lost in a trance, disconnected from reality. The air around them felt charged with an inexpl
Calvin took a deep breath, the weight of the situation bearing down on him like a physical burden. He sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes meeting Lizzie's with a mixture of concern and determination."Lizzie, when you were in that trance, you mentioned something about unraveling the past and finding the truth," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. He watched her closely, gauging her reaction. "But I can't give you all the details right now because I'm still trying to figure it out myself."Lizzie's eyes narrowed, a spark of determination igniting within them. "Calvin, I know you're still hiding something from me," she said, her voice firm and unwavering. "The pendant isn't with me, so how is it that I can still change and have those green glowing eyes? You must be holding back some information."Calvin sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the truth he had been withholding. He knew he couldn't keep everything from her any longer. "You're right, Lizzie," he admitt